Once in Royal David's City

Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed.

Mary was that mother mild Jesus Christ her little child
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall.

With the poor, and mean and lowly
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

For He is our childhood's pattern,
Day by day like us He grew.

He was little, weak, and helpless
Tears and smiles like us he knew.

And He feeleth for our sadness
And He shareth in our gladness
And our eyes at last shall see Him
Through His own redeeming love.

For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above.

And He leads His children on
To the place where He has gone